The Land of the Living

"My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him." - Pslams 62:1

I have very little of myself these days. Summertime proved quite worthy; I grew in knowledge and confidence. Somehow, though, I feel I've delivered myself right back into the hands of the pride that I fight so hard against.

I am full of hope and cravings, of desire and fear.

I know what I want. I'm not a very obedient child at the moment.

Je suis pas une fille bien elevee.

Music with lyrics has had little appeal to me over the past couple of months. Or at least, music with English lyrics. Icelandic is fine....

The truth is that as much as I like to talk, I've always been very bad at keeping diaries. Something about writing always intimidates me. But for now, you are my outlet.

I feel bottled up.

God is somewhere near, but my vision has been a bit foggy. I know why. It doesn't change it though. Knowing the facts doesn't always solve the problem. But that's where faith comes in:

"One thing God has spoken

two things have I heard:

that you, O God, are strong,

and that you, O Lord, are loving...."

~ Psalms 62:11-12

I cling to those two truths as the only reliable foundation I can fully depend on.

Outside of that, I trust no one. I am ready to find rest.